09-13-2004
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09-14-2004
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way into it
Join Date: Jun 2004
Location: Ontario Canada
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Well the Hubby and I are 46 days away from our first trip to the PDC area so I won’t have an embarrassing Playa story to share until the trip report ..lol. I do however have an embarrassing getting ready for Playa story.
I am of Celtic descent and have the typical redish hair green eyes and shade or two off albino skin tone. Seeing as we had 6 months between when we booked and when we left I figured I would try the tanning booth thing to see if I could get some kind of base colour. I knew it wouldn’t provide much protection but even a little would be better than none. I usually burn very quickly and can’t remember ever having a tan. Well weeks and weeks go by and the progress is very slow. Finally it starts to look like it’s working. Hubby has been out of town for a week and doesn’t know yet. He gets back late one evening and of course I meant to say “hey look…kewl eh?” but umm…we got distracted and it didn’t get mentioned. Well the next day, my older son was working on his car and came into the house to say he was taking mine to go grab some parts for his. Realizing after he left that I had an appointment at the tanning place fairly soon figured I would go get changed so I could leave as soon as he got back with my car. So I’m in the bedroom getting changed, believing that the hubby and I are the only one’s home and I hear the back door and footsteps. Being very pleased with my new tan lines, and remembering that hubby hasn’t exactly noticed them yet….I come sliding down the hall with arms outstretched wearing nothing but a pair of socks and a smile and exclaim… “look I got tan-lines”…….. And come face to face with my 23 year old son!!! 
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09-14-2004
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way into it
Join Date: Jun 2004
Location: Ontario Canada
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JT,
I would say at least 5 shades, maybe more...  as far as it being "just wrong" i'm guessing the nice therapist we might just have to hire may agree.... of course the hubby thinks it's histerical...I'm still trying real hard to forget it actually happened... |
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09-14-2004
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way into it
Join Date: Mar 2003
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Las MolcasLove Pool
First year in PDC we stayed at Las Molcas by the pier. Much like Ginger, first vacation w/out kids for some time. Our first night out, we had muchas cervecas and shots of tequila. When we returned, we noted that the pool was empty...
One should know that Las Molcas is L-shaped, wrapping around its pool and cafe. We grabbed a couple of beers, proceeded to strip and lose all inhibitions in and around the pool for a good 30 minutes or so. That's when I saw the light from a cigarette in my somewhat blurred peripheral vison... About 30 ft away was a seating area which was down some steps, about 5ft below the pool level, and somewhat concealed by landscaping. In essence, we were on our own little stage. We also had our own little audience of 4 guys and one girl. Probably in their late twenties. We had no idea how long they had been there, as we had entered from the other side of the pool/courtyard. Okay, we were busted. Now, how to get out? We had been sure to bring beer, but no towels. We had clothes, but they were strewn about... We decided to wait them out... no good. Finally, we sucked it up and gracefully gathered our clothes, put on the barest of necessities... and scrambled to the room. Did I mention that the Molcas is a small hotel? With free breakfast?? Next morning we stumble to the cafe... as we finish our first coffee, guess who shows up? Luckily they spoke no English, and we spoke no Italian. However, the grins around both tables were universally understood. We still laugh our asses off when we relive that story. |
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09-14-2004
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Forum Goddess
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Location: On the road to ruins...
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Last year it was our first night at the Chichen Baal Kah. We had gone out for dinner and a few drinks. We got back to the hotel around 11pm to find the gate locked. This was quite the surprise because the year before when our friends had stayed at the Chichen Baal Kah there was a guard at the front desk all night. So we figure our room key must open the gate too. So we try our room key in the gate and... yup, you guessed it... the key didn't work.
Now I'm not happy... neither is Keith, however, he's handling the whole situation much better than I am... which is unusual in and of itself. So we try to break in... but to no avail... just not possible with the big wrought iron metal gate and no tools. Now I'm really pissed! So I start rattling the gate and yelling for someone to let us in. Chichen Baal Kah has only 7 units and they all face into the courtyard... surely some has to be still be awake... afterall this is Playa! So we're banging and clanging and rattling this gate... and yelling at the tops of our lungs for someone to please help us because we're locked out and just want to get into our room and go to sleep. Meanwhile I'm thinking... yeah, right... if the tables were turned, I doubt I'd open my door for some raving drunk lunatic. After about 30 minutes, finally the door to the room next to ours, which was upstairs on the far side of the courtyard, opens and a young women comes out... it was obvious we had woken her up. She graciously came down and let us in... but not before inquiring why we didn't have our key with us... and us having to explain that we were only given one key when we had checked that afternoon. Well, the management was extremely embarrassed and apologetic the next morning. When we had arrived the previous afternoon, the manager was not in and the maid had checked us in to our room. She only spoke Mayan and our conversation with her consisted of rudimentary sign language... you know like a game of charades. Of course, we were so embarrassed, that I'm sure that the couple staying next to us must have gotten sick of us apologizing to them everytime we saw them. Needless to say, we made sure we had our keys with us... both of them... for the rest of our vacation. |
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09-14-2004
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Cat-Lovin Nerak Bead Lady
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09-15-2004
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way into it
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Location: Ontario Canada
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Shock.... at first, we both kind of just stood there for a few seconds with our jaws on the floor Speechless...not one word...we both just turned around and headed our seperate ways back down the hall... then later we talked it over, fortunately we have a really good relationship and have always been able to talk about anything. Then later... Laughter....for a couple of days when he got home he would come through the door and yell "i'm home everybody put their clothes on" oh well...now we just laugh about it. Can't change that it happened, might as well find the humour. |
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09-15-2004
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life=playa
Join Date: Jun 2003
Location: Playa Del Carmen !
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- Tyra Oh, and in an attempt to stay on subject.....Another one of my embarrassing moments while in Playa also happened at Villa Flamboyan - I walked right thru the screen door. Yep, it was flappin in the breeze. Fortunately, James was there to save the day. It would appear that he has experience in this type of repair. To make things worse, I think my antics scared poor Talisa. I'm sure Rosie had a talk with her later that went probably something like...."See, sweetie, that's exactly how a lady doesn't act.
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09-15-2004
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political anarchist
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Location: Body in San Marcos Tx....Tankah in my mind
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